Shit Stories: Part Number TwoAs a regular service to our readers, we've been re-opening old questions.
Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.
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chthonic, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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Shit Mist the sticky octopus of doom!We were on a jolly holiday in France, staying on a little boat on a canal. There were 4 lads and we were about 22 at the time, so much cheap booze was consumed. The daily ritual was wake up from heavy night around 10am; Steve farts loudly; we get up to escape the gas cloud; find some cheap food/booze; eat and drink; repeat.
Except the morning where Steve's morning reveille was particularly impressive. We exited into the fresh air quicker than usual when we noticed his 'fart' making it's way past the back of his knee like a sticky plastic octopus toy. (What do you mean WTF? *sigh*
www.toydepot.com/depotshop/SearchResults.asp?ProdStock=2094)
Anyway, except brown and smelly...
Length? It had gone already traveled to his knee and it kept going till it landed on his foot.
(, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 21:18, Reply)
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